CHAPTER XXI.
INDIANS.
“Well, this is a fine fix!”
“About as bad as it could be.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. But we’ll find a way out somehow.”
Mountain Jim spoke with his accustomed confidence; but it was easy to tell by his puckered brow and anxious eyes that he was by no means quite so certain of finding a way out of their unexpected trouble as he would have it appear.
An examination of the rock showed that it was a huge and heavy boulder that by ill luck happened almost exactly to fit the opening of the cave. Only the crack at the top, which was narrow and irregular admitted light and air.